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Lizard Brain is a shared blog about Science Fiction and Fantasy from Daniel Abraham and Ty Franck.

Archive for January 2012

Paying Tribute: The Stars My Destination

01.30.12
by Ty Franck

I’ve been kicking this one around for a while now, trying to figure out how to approach it,  and I’ve come up with no brilliant answers, so here it is. The Stars My Destination, Alfred Bester: The Stars My Destination is a book I first read when I was way too young to understand it.   Someone bought it for me when I was about 11 in a large collection of short SF novels.  I read the whole collection several times, […]

Voting for the Hugo

01.30.12
by Daniel Abraham

For those who are hip to the science fiction awards scene, I wanted to remind y’all that tomorrow is the last day to register for Worldcon this year and still get to vote for the Hugo awards. For those of you who aren’t hip to the science fiction awards scene, it goes like this.  The Hugo Award (named for editor Hugo Gernsback) is one of the most prestigious awards in the field.  It’s voted on by members of Worldcon, so […]

The Only Thing Worse Than Being Talked About

01.25.12
by Daniel Abraham

The very honorable Jim Hines has made mock of one of my covers, and been picked up by Andrew Sullivan’s blog. I am reminded of the writer who was offered a review of his book in the New York TImes, but on the condition that the review would be an excoriation.  I suppose if anyone’s cover is going to be held up for public ridicule, better that it be one of mine…

Giving Birth

01.12.12
by Ty Franck

Depending on your particular process, books start out in a lot of different ways. For some writers they begin as a moment, one particular scene that leaps into their head fully formed. George RR Martin has often said that the entire Ice and Fire saga began with the scene of Ned Stark and his boys finding the dire wolf pups. I know writers who always begin from the end. They have their climactic scene in mind, and they work backwards […]

Podcastle, Balfour & Meriwether

01.10.12
by Daniel Abraham

It was the third of December in 188-, and snow swirled down grey and damp upon the cobblestones of London. Meriwether paced before the wide window of the King Street flat impatiently. Balfour sat before the roaring fire, correcting a draft monograph he had written on the subject of Asiatic hand combat as adapted to the English frame. “I cannot understand how you can be so devilishly placid,” Meriwether said at last. “Practice,” Balfour grunted. “Every winter it’s the same,” […]